I’m too weak to touch
Who stands in light before me
Are you illusion
So I breath shallow
Contemplating the deep drink
Of consecration
I’m too weak to touch
Who stands in light before me
Are you illusion
So I breath shallow
Contemplating the deep drink
Of consecration
You look and you learn
You seek and you see
But this shirt I slept in
This shirt that I wept in
Is the shirt where I learned to see me
It’s the shirt that I’ll dance in
It’s the shirt that I’ll love in
And tho’ it’s still stained
With milk and not meat
It will not be made a mockery